Blonde Death

pure rage (at the cops, at the middle class family unit, at heterosexuality, at the whole goddamn world) with a protective coating of absolutely caustic, weapons-grade irony, the bitter cyanide disguised as tylenol and tang. funny as hell, tonally dissonant in a way that threatens to destabilize any and all meaning-making, our attempts to extract value or morality thwarted and yet we are compelled inextricably to watch on by the luridness of it all. i know this is hacky criticism but it plays kinda like microbudget gregg araki cut with the meanness of dennis cooper. idk it's good shit for the broke brain bisexuals of the world

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